Prudence
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- Parts 14
MatureOngoing1h 3m
Last published Tue, Aug 20, 2024
"You're not as evil as people think you are",he smiled.
"No",She breathes with an innocent smile but continues inside,.....'I'm much worse'
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"I won't let anyone harm you..ever again." He promised, eyes filled with determination and possessiveness. Afterall, she is his...only his. "I know." She smiled kissing his cheek, her eyes filled with hope and happiness. ~~~ "I...I wi-ill protect you.." He pleaded, his voice cracking. He took a tentative step forward, but she recoiled, her body trembling with the weight of past pain. She looked at him, her eyes hollow, a tear tracing the line of her cheek as she let out a bitter laugh. "ππππππ π πππ ππππ...ππππππ ππππππ ππ ππππ ππππ πππππ." πΈ π₯πππ π π ππ π§π, π£πππ£ππ₯ πππ π£πππππ‘π₯ππ π. ~~~~~~~ π
Dark devoted obsession
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His Everything. ( SEASON1)
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She is all warmth - curls in a high puff, glossed lips, flour on her apron, and a voice that carries. Her bakery is her world, filled with golden light and old people who call her "sweetheart." But she's lonely. She hides it behind laughter, behind playlists and pastries and hustle. This is her dream, but it's hard doing it alone in a city that doesn't wait for anyone. He is part of something dark - mafia blood, high-ranking, feared. The kind of man who speaks in low tones, wears all-black even in summer, and carries his trauma like a shadow. He's never wanted softness. He doesn't even like sweets. But something about her got under his skin - her laugh, her voice, the way she's alive when he hasn't felt anything in years. Now he comes to her bakery. Every day. Same table. Same order. Watching. Waiting. At first, he just needed a place to hide. Then he needed to see her. And now? He needs her like a sin he can't confess.
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